When I was little, I always would pray that I didn't have a dream before I went to bed. Usually when I dreamed it wasn't the good kind. Dreams are said to be an expression of what you're thinking or feeling about what's going on in your life. Maybe since I have anxiety problems, mine are destined to be bad..
Tonight I had a bad dream. I've been up for almost two hours now to try to get it out of my mind, but I just can't shake it.So here I am... typing this post to try to keep myself busy. All I want is for him to tell me it's okay. That it was just a dream and to go back to sleep. That's all I need, but I can't have that and I hate it...:(((
Looks like I'll be falling asleep to the TV tonight. As long as I fall asleep and not dream, I'll be okay.
A Night Full Of Thoughts
Today's one of those nights where I really miss him. The kind where I could burst into tears at any moment.We've beat the odds. We've survived. In moments like tonight I just want to run my fingers up and down his skin. To look into his eyes and get lost. To be wrapped up in his arms and be at home again.
With every trial, the only result is strength. Strength to love one another more. Strength to grow closer. Strength to keep pushing on. Strength to know that nothing can tear us apart. Not distance. Not war. Not even these lonely nights. I'm forever his.
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